Standing near to an emptied decanter.
There's wealth of tobacco, and surely no lack o'
Those objects which smoking assist;
Red counters are found lying scattered around
In rather large numbers for whist;
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There's a "group" on his desk which reminds of burlesque,
Of scenes which made Freshmen turn giddy, as
With new-born elations they watched the gyrations
Of Camille, of Eliza, and Lydia's!
But to naught of the kind is the Tutor's mind
Directed for the nonce,
And he sits and stares and glares and swears, -
Swears, glares, and stares at once.
In one hand may be found a book blue-bound,
In the other a pencil red;
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Rules under which the Class Races will be Rowed.
